Inchcock Today: Sun 30th Sept 2018: Graphicationalisationing Day

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Sunday 30th September 2018

German: Sonntag 30 September 2018

0043hrs: Woke and found some scribble on the notepad. I added bits I could recall of the dream to those there, to use immediately, before the thoughts were gone off into the ether.

Inchcocks Eidolon-like nocturnal reverie report Hehe!: I was walking atop a coastal hillside, and searching for I know not what. I was ferreting in the bushes and grass, delving down pot-holes, etc. when the ground gave way, and I tumbled down and down, landing in a gigantic cavern, and died the instant my blubbery body his the rocks at the bottom and burst open. My soul, Ka or ghost, floated out of the earthly body and I cognised that there were hundreds of spirits, ghouls, Angels or demons floating around the cave. They showed no interest in me whatsoever. They seemed to be holding a confab about the state of mankind between themselves.  I found I could fly, or float and went around listening to their conversations. What I heard did not bode well for the tellurians left alive. They were all to be returned to life after their death, as Weevils?

Suddenly a loud klaxon sounded, at that moment all the entities looked directly towards me and scowled… as some wild looking creatures with two heads, long claws and teeth came from nowhere and escorted me brutally out of the cave, back up on to the cliff-top where I fell-down from in the first place. I sense the journey up to the ground level, was arduous and painful for me, but no details can be recalled?

As I got dropped into the bushes, a large group of twitchers came over to me, asking where did I come from and was I alright, and did I know I had a leg missing and was bleeding?

When I told them what had happened, they mocked me, laughed, called me a lying nitwit and walked away suggesting I go forth and multiply.

I turned and started to fall down the same hole again!

I’m not sure if the apparitional dream did not repeat itself…

By gum, I’ve never remembered so much of a nocturnal vision, I don’t think.

I disentangled my ‘signs of nocturnal-nibbling covered body’ from the £300 second-hand recliner. Put the newly updated notepad next to the computer, and picked up the biscuit tub from the floor where it had fallen. Off for a short-sharp wee-wee.

Got the Health Checks done.

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7Sun02Sys, Dia, and Pulse all down a bit, at last. Ye-ha!

W0.0.128 Shaking Shaun paid a visit while I was taking the photograph of the sphygmomanometer readings. Luckily for me, there was no Dizzy Dennis in attendance this time.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Off, dearie me, another messy session. Got rinsed and sprayed 7Sun03the ‘Raid’ bug killer in all rooms. Not so many dead carcases were found this morning, although still too many.

Not a single living evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle was found. If this is a good thing or not, I’m not sure. Or are the cunning little beasts planning another surprise attack on me?

Back to the computer, to make a start on updating and finalising the Saturday post. Not a big one, cause I could not recall a lot of what happened. Yet, today, I can remember so much about last nights dream? Mind you, can’t remember making the notes I wrote down about it!

Z02aI got the diary finished and posted off to WordPress.

Made a start on this one, up to here, then went on the TFZer Facebook site.

Then on CorelDraw to do some Graphicalisations of the TFZer and post them off to the site.

This is Shirley, with me of course, handily placed to respond to her call for any needs, nibbles, or a massage in an instant.

I’d just done the stairs for her in her weekend pad. Flipping hard graft up and down them there steps… But, she deserves it.

Young04aThen, I did Julie. She is a Cat-Walk Model and Manageress of the local Alcoholic Addiction Treatment Center, you know. And, Part-Owner of the Double Dip eatery in Chariton, Iowa. So she is handy for her to give AA-Councilling for Thomas and Keith.

One of her more stubborn patients, Keith, was having an AA meeting at the time the photograph was taken. Hehehe!

Then the most desirable Pole-Dancer Sandie was visited and graphicalised.

WoolShe had TFZer men visiting at the time.

But, you can’t blame the lads.

Luckily I had Nurse Janet with me to help me get better viewing position. Haha!

Ah-well, I enjoyed doing them. But, I must stop now, to get the ablutionisationing tended to. It could take a while today, I didn’t shave yesterday. Last time I left it for two days, I ended up with five cuts on the face from shaving, so must taketh care this time. Haha!

Back in a bit…

I’m back, but later than planned.

I collected around 22 more dead evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles from the wet room. I did the ablutions (Only one cut shaving).

7Sun15Then decided to take the black bags to the waste chute, and tied the large recycling bag to take down to the caretakers’ door as I went on a little min-hobble.

Just a trip around the block – so as to put it. To get a bit of exercise.

I got down and outside, and it seems that a lot of other tenants had decided to dump their recycling bags at the same place on 7Sun10the same day?

I walked part-way along Chestnut Walk, then I decided to go the other around instead. I think my My irresolute, vacillating aboulia had returned. Haha!

Anne Gyna gave me no bother as I walked up the gravel footpath into Woodthorpe Grange 7Sun11Park. No, that’s not true. I should have said, walked up the newly sanded walkway! That looks nice and smart. I don’t know how long it will last, but it is a lot more comfortable to walk on now they done the sanding of the walkway hill.

As I hobbled down the park footpath, I was glad to see that many dogs and owners were back on the football pitch and fields again, now 7Sun12that the travellers had moved on.

The lads were limbering up ready for their match on the bottom pitch.

On to Mansfield Road, over the hill and down into Sherwood.

Called into the Wilko store to see if they had any Raid spray in stock, but they had not. I bought a brown shoe polish. Didn’t realise how much it was until I got to the checkout. £3!

7Sun13Out and to the Co-op, got some ice-cream cornets.

Uphill along Winchester Street back home.

Sister Jane rang, the reception was terrible, and the battery that I’d charged up this morning was over a third down after the call. Humph! She only told me off once, too!

7Sun14Back on Chestnut Walk, not a soul in sight. It felt sort of eerie.

Got in the flat, and knew I was about to fade fast, even this early in the day… mind you, I had got up early, even for me.

Wee-wee – Health Checks, rinse and got the meal cooking.

1Mon001Nosh on, minted lamb hock, gravy, peas and roast potatoes.

Updated this diary a bit.

Nosh served up. A most disappointing one it was too. The Iceland lamb was fatty tasting and bland in the extreme. I shan’t bother with buying one, again, and I have the other hock in the fridge to eat yet. Tsk! Still, the minted peas and roast potatoes were very flavoursome and the gravy I made, was so-so. A flavour rating of 6.5/10. Apart from some of the lamb, I ate it all up anyway.

I got down earlier than usual in the £300 second-hand recliner and soon started the nodding-offs. I was off into the land of nod proper in no time.

Inchcock Today – Sat 29th Sept 2018: Lost the day to six-hours of graphicationalisationing and a blank-spell. Another lonely see nobody day, indoors. Ah-Well!

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Saturday 29th September 2018

Dutch: Zaterdag 29 September 2018

0100hrs: Woke up, the mind almost alert straight away, but uninterested in anything at that time, other than to get the two graphics I started yesterday finished off? No meandering off on complex subjects or galimatias this morning.

Getting my heavy but wobbly body free of the £300 second-hand recliner seemed to take little effort. Off to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks done.

6Sat01

Started the computer, to finish off the two outstanding graphics for the diary headers…

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Come to think of it, their CEO, Michael T Fries, does look like a Mafia Boss, doesn’t he?

I did the last two graphics updated on CorelDraw.

The internet stuttering eased off, and I pressed on with finalising the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Once again a messy affair. Tsk!

Not so many Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles around at the moment. Good!

6Sat03Got my first mug of tea of the day, and started this post off.

Took this photo from the kitchen window.

Then, concentrated on getting the drafts made up.

Five an a bit hours later… I got them finished! Phew!

6Sat06Prepped some bags for the chute, and made up a large recycling bag to go down with me when I leave. (But I never did leave)

Got mushrooms sliced and in the crock-pot on a low setting.

Back on the computer.

6Sat04After 0630hrs, I leant out of the kitchen window to take these photographic efforts.

The one on the left here was taken blind, upwards to show the new balcony pods with their multiple thick bars that block out the light and view.

6Sat05Then on the right, another blind shot down towards Chestnut Way below.

The reason they were both handicapped in being taken? The new windows with the sticking out ledge means I cannot see below, as the opening in the window is much higher than the old one. Which were heaven for any budding photographer.

One heck of session of at least six hours or more was spent on the Diary-Top-Graphic creating. So glad I got it done, but the concentration seemed to take a lot out of me.

Did the Health Checks and had a sit-down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and had an iced lolly and took the medications.

6Sat24As for what occurred then, I think I must have slept a lot, for few memories remain until I was eating a right odd mess of a meal?

It felt like I was in a dream or something. Or, fell asleep?

I suppose I could have had a blank period.

Not much of the meal was eaten. I consumed half of the pork pie contents, a few slices of mushroom, two tomatoes and a third of the rye bread slice. I threw the rest away. I was just not hungry. My having nibbled during a memory-blank or not, I don’t know.

When I took the things into the kitchen, I did find the biscuit container with suspiciously, few bikkies in it? Haha!

Got settled to watch some TV, and the nodding-offs and waking ups started repetitively.

Inchcock Today – Fri 28th Sept 2018: Stuck indoors all day again – Plastic sheeting removed from the kitchen window. By gum, I lead an exciting life! Hehe!

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Friday 28th September 2018

Maori: Rāmere 28 o Hepetema 2018

0025hrs: The mind was in no mood for its independent ramblings this morning. In fact, it wasn’t interested in anything much at all. The time lapse twixt my body informing the brain that activation of the limbs was required, to avoid any delay and accifauxpas, and to enable a safe passage to the WC for a wee-wee, was an extraordinarily lengthy one.

Then it was a lack-lustre response. The extraction of the flabby, yet bulky body-mass from the £300 second-hand, now-working-again rickety recliner, was carried-out in almost slow-motion. I found myself hobbling in no hurry to the closet. Another short-sharp wee-wee washed my dandies and strolled (with a limp) into the kitchen to do the Health Checks, etc. I’d just taken the medications, and had to return to the wetroom with a little more haste on this occasion to make use of the Porcelain Throne.

WD173.2.2 Some distemperature from the evacuation this morning, despite being a fluidish one, the steam rose from the bowl and made me jump! I wondered for a moment what the heck I’d passed, and would it set the fire alarm off? Hehe! A touch of otalgia in both earholes as well? At least these unusual happening had brought the mind back into operation. Note, I didn’t say successfully or efficiently, though.

Back to the kitchen and did the Health Checks. Some results were still a little high for my liking.

5Fri004

I had a sudden brainwave. I’ll get the laundry done, being as I forgot to do it yesterday. This could happen to anyone, Huh!

As I collected the laundry bag and necessary accoutrements together in the spare room… Argh! Some of the larger Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were up on the wall! I sidetracked the laundry duties for a while and set about covering the place with the Flea-Killer and Raid ant and cockroach killer sprays.

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Plenty of live ones today as well! All of the adult ones were lively.

5Fri006I got myself down with the laundry things.

Started the washer and went back up to the apartment.

Where I made a start on updating the Thursday post. I only made a start on the photograph sorting, and it was time to go back down to move the washing to the dryer.

By gum, the dryer needed a bit of defluffing doing before I could use it. Got it going and back up to the flat. One of the elevators had gone off while I was in the laundry room?

5Fri09Upstairs, I continued with the updating on WordPress.

Got Thursdays finalised and posted off, and time to go down again.

I cleaned the dryer after folding and getting the items into the green laundry bag.

I noticed a new poster on the board as I went back.

I’d like to thank the team leaving for their help and support for all of the tenants. Especially Jenny.

Back up to the dwelling, and got the clobber put away.

5Fri11As I began working on this mornings blog, I nipped on to Facebook to put the sorted photographs from yesterday onto the TFZ site.

WD173.2.2 I don’t know if it was Facebook or Virgin Media that slowed me down, but it was very frustrating. This lasted for an hour or so.

5Fri10I must say, it is nice to have a watch to check on without searching out the clock or using the computer. The watch is ultra light and is transparent to read.

We’ll how long it lasts. Even if it isn’t for long, at this ridiculously low price of £2, I can’t moan.

I had a peep at the ‘Whateveritis’ thingamabob on my lower left leg that had appeared on Wednesday.

I must say it has been coming along nicely over the past three days. Hehehe!

It does not hurt at all, nor itch? Even the odd time I catch it against something or other, there is barely any stinging or hurting at all.

I remain curious about this, er, erm, a growth I suppose you could call it?.

As I sat here typing away, an extremely pungent resinous-like acrid chemical smell permeated the flat.

Off I went to investigate the source or cause of this sudden stink.

I poddled into the kitchen, and all became clear, well, clearish to me.

There outside were two workers, both wearing balaclavas, due to the cold wind they said told me later on.

5Fri019aThe lads had removed the plastic covering against the window outside.

They were in the process of removing all of the gunk and bird poo, and paint at the same time, from the ridiculously broad sticking out window ledge.

The unwanted view and light-blocking windows looked like they were finished now. The ledge looks a little tatty now; it still blocks my taking any photographs, or viewing straight down any more. So, no being able to view down and check for any signs of a fire in the event of a Fire Alarm Activation anymore.

The lock cables no hang down and interfere with anything I keep on the sill. Not my favourite part of the upgrade work, these windows, and the horrible balconies. 

The smell must have come whatever they were using to rid the unwanted and hated ledge of the build-up of crap that had accrued.

Well, spirited lads, they were. I slipped them a nibble to help warm them up in their high-rise cage.

I got some potatoes into the crock-pot on medium heat. And mushrooms sliced and in a saucepan with balsamic vinegar and water on a low light.

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Then I got the camera out to take some shots out of the window.

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It was nice to be able to take some scenic shots gain, even with the new unwanted view and light blocking new windows in place.

Time to get some page (Diary) top graphics done in advance. A slow job, but I do enjoy doing them. When, Liberty-Global Virgin Media is not playing up, anyway.

The Health Checks were done.

Well gone nosh time before I got them very nearly done. Just two to finish off in the morning. Then to get the drafts started.5Fri34

Got the nosh sorted out. Mild chilli-con-carne, roast spuds with trimmings.

A worthy 8.9/10 in the taste-flavour ratings.

Very late for me now, the weariness dawned and I got a Steven Seagal film, ‘Today you Die’ DVD on to watch. I’d forgotten how bad it was. Hehe!

Sweet Morphius arrived.

Inchcock Today – Thur 27th Sept 2018: Not a bad day, despite the Fauxpas & Whoopsiedangleplops. Hehe!

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Thursday 27th September 2018

Zulu: NgoLwesine 27 Septemba 2018

0030hrs: I woke in a non-adiaphorous, semi-healthy condition physically. But a tad feeble and fragile cerebral-wise.

4Thu02WD66.54.7 The only concern physical, was the change in the mysterious… er, erm, whatever it is, that I spotted last night, growing to the left of the tibia, in my left leg below the knee?

It has gained an artistic colouration around the outside of it now. I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested? If they can show a stack of house bricks as art, as they did in the Bricks Display controversy of 1976, when my leg, I believe, is far more genuinely artistic than house bricks?

On closer inspection, it still looks like it could be an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle that has dug itself into the flesh. (Only joking, but it does look a little like one, Haha!) The fluid retention in the leg has gone down somewhat; has the giant Weevil been drinking in there? LOL!

The mind decided not to go off on one of its roundabout mixed thoughts and fears tours this morning.

I spotted the note I can’t remember leaving on the TV screen, to remind me that the Morrison delivery is due twixt 0630>0730hrs, Foot Lady Sue at 0900hrs and the Winwood Social at 1000hrs.

Out of the now working £300 second-hand recliner again to the kitchen, and tended to the Health Checks.

4Thu01

4Thu001aThe readings were all similar to of late, apart from a further increase in the weight. Tsk!

The summons to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

A somewhat messier evacuation than of late, and a bit more liquified. So a Dia-Limit capsule was taken with the morning’s medications.

4Thu03I went on an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting Beetle search, in all three rooms. Finding only three alive, but dozens of dead ones, all smaller ones.

WD66.54.7 Unfortunately the biggest beast I found alive, was running up the clothing on my coat rack! The spray was utilised, both Rentokil and the Raid ones, all over the place, everywhere. Danged varmints! I can see some stuck, dead and alive, on the outside of the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows, on the inside of the plastic covering left on them. Evidence methinks that they did come from outside in the first place.

I had a wash and shaved etc. early, a stand-up naturally, I do not want to disturb the other residents so early with the noise of the shower and drain.

Got on with finalising yesterdays diary and got it posted off.

WD66.54.7 As I began this update, the Morrison chap arrived at 0725hrs. I put the things away. They had substituted the Potato Rostis with Roast Potatoes. No print-out was left, so I do not know if they charged me right or not. Ah, I found one on the email, sorry. I’ll ask Sister Jane to complain and explain that I am getting fatter all the time and should not eat roast potatoes as they are a lot fattier than potato rostis! Hahaha! I was going to send them back but foolishly accepted them. Ahem!

Got the stuff put away, I now have a cram-filled fridge and freezer once again.

WD66.54.7 Carried on with this update. But, oh dearie me, the internet went all dead-slow on me again!

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About half-an-hour later it came on a bit better, just about manageable. I am a Schnook!

A little later, from outside, sounds that were dead ringers for the what the wheel-tappers made in the 1960’s started. Of course with the mind not having its little wander earlier as it usually would, it went off bringing so many memories back to me, of those far-off days. Not that they were happy, but one tends to be selective and search for odd not-so-bad times, doesn’t one?

I made next weeks Morrison order up while waiting and hoping that Foot Lady Susan would not arrive late and block my getting to the social hour.

.. She arrived late. Tsk! Told me she’d try to phone me last night, but she rang too late to catch me awake, to inform me she’d be coming late today. Not that it would have avoided me getting to the Social Hour late, anyway.

The gal did my feet, and much better they felt afterwards. I paid the lady and set off belatedly to the Social Hour.

4Thu07Despite being in a rush, the morning sunshine, clouds, and Winwood Heights deserved a photograph taking of it.

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, hut. Where I got a round of applause from the tenants for being so late. Hehehe!

The raffle was just coming to an end when I added my two prizes. I handed round the nibble box and had a good few chinwags as I did so. 

Jenny was looking good. BJ was there, back from his holiday.

Said my farewells and made my way back to the flats, calling at Roy’s apartment to see how he was going with his recovery from his operation. His better half and Roy were eating when I arrived, which made me feel a bit of a fool for not thinking about the time of day it was, that I’d called on them. I felt guilty about that. They were kind about being disturbed, though. Roy looked a bit better now, and his wife was seemingly coping well with looking after him, bless them.

Back to my flat, and saw the little cheque from the Inland Revenue that needed depositing in the bank, that I’d forgotten about earlier. So, I hastened out again with it in my pocket and set off on a walk down the hill into Sherwood.

 Not realising I still had my reading glasses on, which proved a bit awkward seeing things. Humph!

4Thu07aThis picture on the left,  shows the bright blue skies and local dwellings in the valley, on the corner of Chestnut Way and Winchester Street. The allotments being front below.

A grand morning weatherwise.

4Thu08I made my way down the hill and spotted a new piece of Nottinghamian Street Art. It was located where the workers park their cars each working day.

I plodded on and was soon in the queue at the bank. Where, the wait, gave me time to ponder over the ‘Meaning of life’ and ‘Are there any honest politicians left.’ Haha!

I got the business done, albeit with so much more chin hair than I had when I entered the bank and decided to visit the Charity Shops in Sherwood on Mansfield Road. Plenty for me to choose from. In search of a DVD of the film called The Negotiator.

None of the establishments had a copy of the film in stock. The first shop I called in, had some small mugs on sale, and I got one I liked that looked less drippable than the others. I spotted a watch with a tatty strap, and a chipped and rusty casing. The reason I bought it was two-fold. First, it was laid out to be read quickly, with numbers, not marks. Secondly, it was only £2!

WD66.54.7 I went to the gentleman at the counter and asked him to unlock the display case and show me the watch, which the obnoxious-git did, reluctantly and forcing himself to talk to me through gritted teeth. He then told me the mugs were four for so much, I can give a donation to make up the money! I gave the ignorant animal a fiver and walked out while he was saying something to me, that I had no interest in listening to. Such a rude gentleman he was. But I didn’t bear any grudges, for all I know he might have had a death in his family, was feeling poorly or just hated Bald hearing-aid-wearing, bespectacled old men? I hope he feels better soon.

My first wristwatch for 55 years!

4Thu09I plodded up the road to the Sue Ryder Charity Shop and had a look around. They had a Red Dwarf series One DVD that I bought.

Then up to pelican lights and crossed over the road and into the Oxfam Charity shop. Nothing in there.

Down to the Mind Charity shop and bought a 4Thu11Naked Gun trilogy DVD. Why, I don’t know, cause I can’t stay awake to watch the DVDs or the TV. Klutz!

Up the hill towards the bus stop, passing the area where the dog-fight altercation took place yesterday. All was quiet, and the street beggar and his mobile phones and woof-woof were not 4Thu10there today.

In fact, there was nobody about at all!

Got to the bus stop and was joined by Doreen and another resident.

We had a good natter before catching the L9 up and back to the flats.

4Thu12As we got to Chestnut Way, I was impressed with the driver’s skills in getting the vehicle through to the bus stop, by the parked up delivery lorries blocking access.

I’m not apportioning any blame anywhere here folks. Just admiring how the driver coped with the obstructions.

4Thu13aaThe sun was still strong, and it was lovely and warm. This can’t last, I feel sure!

We alighted the bus, and I exchanged a few words with the residents getting on the bus.

I stopped to take this panorama shot of the complex. It’s coming on now.

4Thu13

I hobbled along and caught up with Doreen and a bloke tenant, and we had a chinwag as we made our way up in the lift.

The sudden daily weariness arrived as I was doing the Health Checks and medicine taking.

4Thu14Prepared the nosh; smoked bacon, vegetarian sausages and canned tomatoes.

Even I find it hard to believe how quickly I fell asleep in the £300 second-hand now working again, recliner.

I woke up later and did the last Health Checks then pt the Red Dwarf DVD on. Managing to watch two episodes before nodding off again!

Inchcock Today – Wed 26th Sept 2018: The mind wandering off of its own accord again – can Neuroscience help me? Hehe!

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Wednesday 26th September 2018

Uzbek: 26-Sentyabr, Chorshanba

0100hrs: WD3.97.97 The brain had an argle-bargle with me on waking up. It took its own course and topics to confuse me over. Why it bothered beats me, by the time the voice had moved to another subject, or theoretical problem or fear, I’d forgotten the previous one anyway!

There was definitely a berserkishness, and concerning neurasthenia lingering within these semi-hysteria ridden thoughts.

  • Was the mind declaring a unilateral declaration of independence from me?
  • Was I going paranoidal, schizoid or plain loony?
  • Does it matter?

The need for a wee-wee stopped me worrying about the brain, as I extracted my overly abundant body from the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the toilet. Where the urinalisational movement was very reluctant to flow this morning. I got myself seated and read the ‘Catastrophy’ book, a magisterial chronicle of the calamity that crippled Europe in 1914. I’m on page 80 now, and the war has not started for France or Britain yet. Although the Russians, Croats, and Germans had begun full mobilisation. Fascinating reading of the diplomatic failures that could have stopped the war with France and Britain anyway, the Russia v Germany war was not stoppable it seems.

At long last, the liquid reluctantly flowed. I must mention this to the nurse at today’s Warfarin blood test.

3Wed01I carried out an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. Fewer bodies were found than previously. Kitchen 9, spare room 12, wet room 8 and front room around the new ill-fitting window sealant mostly, 18 carcasses. Only 3 live weevils, they were in the spare room. Just the one adult was found alive in the kitchen.

Back to the kitchen and got the Health Checks sorted. Shame about the weight still going up.

3Wed01a

Back to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. A messy session, but no worse than yesterday’s evacuation.

Got the computer on to update and finish off the Tuesday post.

It took me three and a half hours.

Then I made a start on this one.

3Wed03Ablutions sorted out, bags to the waste chute and all ready to depart off fro the flu-jab and search for some soft pastry lemon cream slices.

As you can see, I was down on the ground floor by 0843hrs, by the Nottingham City Homes electronic signboard.

Outside and dropped the yoghourt glass in the recycling bin.

I bade good morning to a few of the Willmott-Dixon lads as I walked along Chestnut Way.

The weather was so lovely today. The sunshine was infinitely variable and this boded well for my getting some decent photographicalisationing done, I thought.

3Wed04aI turned to take a photo pointing out the busy site with lorries, cars, delivery vans and plant machinery everywhere one looked.

But, a piece of plant machinery arrived and blocked the view.

Oddly, I did not see any other tenants of either Winchester or Woodthorpe Court whatsoever.

3Wed05WD3.97.97 A delivery lorry was parked on the corner of Chestnut Way and Winchester Street (The driver had no other option but to park there), left me with the choice of walking into the road or over the grass verge.

I took the verge, and was glad I did, too! A small black car came belting up the road at great speed as I hobbled over the grass.

I spotted a private plane and got the camera out, but it was long gone by the time I was ready with it. I still took this shop, and it set the old mind wandering instantly as I viewed 3Wed05ait through the view-finder.

A vague, nothingness, innocuous sort of picture, but it set-off the memories and thoughts:

  • I was so glad I no longer had fencing to upkeep and creosote!
  • The TV ariel on the chimney brought back bad memories and gladness that they were over now, of an incident years ago.
  • The clouds and skies were so beautiful.
  • Ah, no more roof tile patching-up for me nowadays!
  • And, where did that plane get to? Hehe!

I pressed on down the hill and onto Mansfield Road and called in the Continental Food Store in search of some lemon cream cake squares. But they had none in again. I could have got, cranberry, banana or other unwanted or liked flavours, though. Tsk!

3Wed06Out on to the main road again, and up the hill towards Carrington.

The traffic was building up. Not surprising of course, it was rush-hour time.

The Rat-Runners can be seen sneaking out into the line of vehicles.

There was an absence of Anne Gyna this morning, which confused me a bit. She nearly always gives me grief on the inclines, but not today?

3Wed07Further up the hill, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist had stopped to answer or make a call on his mobile phone.

I arrived at the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, to find some tension in the air.

It was the pensioners’ flu-jab day, and this is always a panicky one for the nurses and staff, very busy. With problems being caused by we old ones, who come on a wrong day, at the wrong time or do not turn up at all.

Nurse Ann came for me later, and the pressure on her was evident to me EQ. She asked how I was, I said fine, thank you, and the needle went in, with a warning I may feel dizzy or tired for a few hours… Which tickled me, because without the injection I was already bound to feel dizzy and tired, I always am. Hehehe!

WD3.97.97 I thanked her and left, and foolishly went to the Lidl store to get the much-needed milk. I came out with the milk… and orange juice, more nibbles for the box, orange & lemon spring water, German Rye bread, cooking spray, cheese twists, cheese thins, tomatoes, two Scottish cobs and a lemon cheesecake! And I have an order coming from Morrisons in the morning. What a Klutz!

With two heavy bags full unneeded fodder apart from the milk, I made my way to the bus stop and caught a lift into Sherwood. I had 40 minutes to kill before a bus back up the hill was due. So, I had a wander around the shops. Not buying anything, luckily the bags were both full and too heavy to take anything else. Haha!

3Wed08As I limped wearily up towards the hill to the bus shelter, a doggie-altercation was watched.

A street beggar, who had cunningly positioned himself between the Wilko store and the Mind Charity shop with his black dog with the red coat on, was as usual on his mobile phone with the animal between his legs. As a black dog and the white one passed by, the street beggars dog launched himself at the other two. He was in a super aggressive mode alright. The other two barked back but were wise enough not to get too close as they did so. The man restrained his nasty dog. It was all over apart from the barking in a minute or so.

The white dog, I have often given a bit of fuss to as I passed him by. A lady, who I thought might have been associated with the street scrounger, cause she calmed down their dog.

3Wed09Up to the bus stop and got the bags on the floor and I sat down, something I do not usually do, in case it irritates the haemorrhoids, but today I was super tired after carrying the bags full of unwanted fodder.

I took a photograph down the hill. It shows on the left, the alcoholic resident’s favourite shop in Sherwood, the Bargain Booze outlet. Hehe!

Doreen from the flat arrived, I got up to give her my seat, and we had a little natter.

The bus arrived, and we were soon back at our newly named Winwood Heights Village.

AS we got off, I had a quick few words with the residents who were at the stop. Cindy, Mae, Bill (William on Sundays), and Brenda amongst them.

I wearily made my way back to the flat. So tired-out, poor old thing!

Got the Health Checks done.4Thu001 Took the medications, and went for a rinse and change into the jammy bottoms.

WD3.97.97 I spotted, what at first, I thought was a sizeable evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle that had buried itself in my leg!

No idea what it is?

I did a ‘Raid’ spraying tour of the flat. All I found were dozens of smaller weevils, most of the dead. Only two larger ones found alive, but I got them captured and executed.

3Wed29aGot the nosh prepared. Buttered Scottish cobs, apple, chip sticks, cheese twist, tomatoes, roast belly pork slices and a clotted cream and raspberry swiss roll.

I’d served up far too much of course. However, I demolished the belly pork, cheese twist, Scottish cobs, and apples. The naughty clotted cream swiss roll, I ate only a third off and enjoyed it so much. Flavour rating of 9.45/10 given.

Last Health Checks and medication taking done.

I took a look at the Freeview options for tonight on the box… and fell asleep while doing so… Tsk!

Inchcock Today -Tue 25th Sept 2018: Whoopsiedangleplops early. A few nice photographs taken, though.

ZZZ22L

Tuesday 25th September 2018

Danish: Tirsdag den 25 September 2018

0000hrs: A wee-wee was needed the instant I stirred into semi-life, and awaited the brain joining in with me.

WD 4.137.194 My usual manoeuvering from the £300 second-hand archaic recliner had to be rechoreographed this morning. Due to the mechanicals and electricals, stopping mid-way through the lifting operation, with a disturbingly egregious scrunching sound, and the excessive amount of fluid in both legs. Tsk!

Comical would be the best word to describe my efforts at getting out and up on my feet. It was trial and error to a great degree. Finding out which would be the optimum manipulations to take to avoid the legs being bent the least took a while and few painful and abandoned routes tried. In need of a wee-wee forced me to rush the job, and caused a fair bit of hassle in the pain stakes. But, out and up, I did manage to get. It took me a while, and I got to the wet room in time for the five-second short-sharp wee-wee. Makes yer sick, dunnit!

2Tue04I collected about ten weevil corpses from the wet room floor and one from the sink. No lives one seen.

Into the spare room, around twenty little weevils dead on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge. All tiny ones.

I took this photograph of the morning scene.

I checked the kitchen. Only about twelve dead baby weevils, and just one bigger live one on the on the unwanted light and view limiting new window ledge. He or she was too quick for me to catch.

Aug18iWD 4.137.194 Then, back into the front room to investigate the £300 second-hand recliner failure. Unbelievable as it sounds, I tried the buttons first, and it worked! I was flabbergasted!

I was sure I was pressing the right buttons earlier. Why the grinding noise? I repeatedly tried again, and it still worked everytime I tried? I searched for anything that might have got stuck inside or underneath, but found nothing, Ghosts? Aliens? Had I gone bonkers?

WD 4.137.194 Then getting back up after delving into the works, on my knees, both patellas, the fluid-filled legs, Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, and the elbow when I knocked against the arm of the chair, all combined to give me some more bother. I decided to take some extra painkillers when I take the medications.

A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived then. A loose, messy affair. I opted to take some Dia-Stop tablets as well.

At this point, the EQ told me this was going to be a day of anguish! Hehehe! I took the medications and then did the Health Checks.

2Tue03

WD 4.137.194 Gawd heavens! This did not cheer me up at all. The Sys still up! The weight was even higher than ever!

WD 4.137.194 Got the computer on, to find… I’m just having any good luck yet, am I?

2Tue06

I went on TFZer Facebooking. It took me hours to get the photographs on.

WD 4.137.194 It wasn’t so slow on WordPress, though. I managed to get yesterdays blog updated and sent off, but it took me another two hours! Gone 0700hrs by the time I’d finished it! Grumph! What next I thought to myself. It didn’t take long for me to find out.

2Tue02fWD 4.137.194 I made a much-needed brew of tea and didn’t check on the sell-by date or condition of the pasteurised milk contents.

Then, when I was searching for some individual pots of milk I thought I had, I spotted that a jar of tomato and bacon cooking sauce had also ‘Gone-Off’. Tsk!

I’ll have to go out today and get some more milk. Far too late to get the ablutions done and still catch the first bus now. I might as well get some other fodder in at the same time, make it a shopping trip. Oh, I’ve got to call at the bank sometime too.

2Tue05I got the potatoes in the crockpot cooking on a low setting.

Went to get the ablutions sorted. Once again, a messy affair. I did get a few cuts under the chin when shaving, but they hardly bled at all. This was symptomatic to me that the INR level may be too high. So, tonight I will take a half-a-warfarin tablet less with my medications. I’m sure I’ll remember, Ahem!

I took the black bags to the chute, and went down with a bag of recyclable and dropped them at the caretaker’s door. I actually saw the caretaker this morning, on his phone of course, but he did respond to my “Good morning, you okay?”

2Tue07The day looked surreal. Bright sunlight, shadows, not cold at all either.

Plenty of vehicular traffic, getting in a tangle with themselves and the drivers seemingly discussing who had the right of way. We pedestrians didn’t seem to get in their way as had to use the road as a footpath. But it is wise to try and keep your attention on the vehicles at all times. Tsk!

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. I was the only person there, apart from in the office, Brigadeführeress Warden Julie and a lady from Winchester Court talking. I just said a Good Morning and handed out the nibbles.

I took a seat in the big room and got my crossword book out. Margaret and hubby arrived, Big John, Penny, Doreen and several others over the next few minutes. Margaret helped me out with one of the crosswords I’ve been trying to finish for ages. We had a laugh or two, then out to the bus stop. Where a regiment of Winwood residents had ganged up waiting for the buses.

The Bestwood bound vehicle filled up with folks, and then emptied down the hill in Sherwood, leaving me all alone. Hehe!

2Tue07bI took this shot, with the old camera (Not sure why I’ve started using this old Sony again?) while the bus was manoeuvering across the ring-road traffic island.

The James Hunt style bus driver soon had me in Arnold. Dropping me off bruised from the dodgem-ride.

I poddled to the Wilko store, where I got three more of the Special Offer Priced Raid Bug Killer sprays, and a large cheap saucepan and lid. I can boil the bags of lamb shanks again now I’ve got a saucepan big enough! I burnt the last one. Humph!)

2Tue08aI paid the lady with vacant staring eyes, and out up Front Street and had a look in the Chambers butchers to see if they had any of their home-baked belly pork slices. Which they did, and I bought five slices. I have a weakness for this shops roasted sliced belly pork.

Coughed up the payment and out along the same road to the Iceland Store, avoiding several mobility-scooters and pavement cyclists 2Tue09and called at Iceland. Where I purchased lamb shanks and pork ribs, both with a good shelf life of a couple of weeks on them.

Got a bit of change from a tenner, too.

Then further along Front Street and into the Asda (Walmart) Supermarket. Got some goodies for the nibble-box refilling. Apples, Bic razors, seasoned potato slices, two mini lemon 2Tue10desserts, and cheese twists. PAid the lady the £15.11 and made my way through the car park to the bus stop on High Street.

I couldn’t resist taking a shot of these new signs put up by the Police.

I did not see a single Police Officer on my journeys all day. Still, I bet these signs will scare the pickpockets, the muggers and shoplifters! Humph! Incidentally, the signs had been vandalised and were flapping about in the wind.

Arriving at the bus shelter, I realised that I had a good while to wait. The three photographs I tried to take of the passengers in the queue, were refused to be recorded by the camera? Black screen with the small unreadable message in off-white on screen? I thought, well that’s the end of the Sony Cybershot, then. Sob!

2Tue11The cheerless, irritable bus-jerking driver soon had us back at the flats. (Although most of us were nervous jibbering wrecks by then)

I thought of Jeremy Clarkson and his ‘Guest in a reasonably priced car’, for some reason as this vehicle belted along Chestnut Way?

Just as well, as Willmott Dixon’s ‘Eric Incharge’ appeared seconds later, guiding a large plant vehicle out of a gate from the Extra Care Build compound.

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By the time I had got inside the flat, I had realised that anything requiring concentration or effort was out of the questions for me now. I felt abruptly drained again, mentally and physically.

I had a shot-sharp wee-wee. Did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder and acquisitions away and got the oven on with the spare ribs cooking.

2Tue12dEyes too big for the stomach again. Tsk!

The ribs I’d seasoned with Hoisin sauce, and were terribly messy to eat, but delicious!

WD 4.137.194 I’d undercooked the green beans, the tomatoes were bland, overcooked the potatoes, the apple was bitter. The jar of lemon mousse had gone off!

On the brighter side, the fresh orange juice was pleasantly not too sweet and had a tang to it. The Lemon dessert I bought today at Asda, was so flavoursome! The aforementioned better bits of the meal meant I still gave a Taste-Rating 0f 8.5/10.

Put the things into the washing up bowl to soak and took a look to see if there was anything worth watching on the goggle-box. I fell asleep looking at the schedule for Freeview.

Woke and got the last Health Checks done, took the medications.

WD 4.137.194 While doing this, I put the kettle on for a cuppa, and realised I had not got the one thing I went out for, milk!

Back in the recliner to watch some TV. I reckon I nodded off within minutes again. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Mon 24th Sept 2018: Old Central Market Pictures today!

ZZZ22k

Monday 24th September 2018

Greek: Δευτέρα 24 Σεπτεμβρίου 2018

0004hrs: WD0.51.102 1Mon001Woke up, in need of a wee-wee. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and felt the crunching under my feet. Klutz! I was treading on and crushing some biscuits, my favourites too, Scottish Shorties, fall had fallen out of the biscuit pot with the lid off, that had apparently tumbled off of the chair. Nocturnal Nibbling Again? Tsk!

I couldn’t vacuum them up this early, or late, whichever way you look at it.

Another cold night. I got the woolly hat and slippers on.

Off for the wee-wee eventually, with the biscuits Accifauxpa delaying me, I only just got there in time. Phew!

In the wet room, I collected eight dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and chased three very live ones that were too fast for me.

I washed up and went into Action-Man-Mode, on a search and destroy mission after the evil weevils in the kitchen and spare room. The kitchen produced two live ones captured, and around fifteen dead bodies collected. The spare room provided a lot of dead carcases, and just one live beetle.

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The Raid Kill Spray did a good job this time. I resprayed in all areas, washed my dandies and got on with the Health Checks. Hopefully, the effects of the ‘Raid’ killer spray does not give me pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Hehe!

1Mon01b

WD0.51.102 Blimus! The weight had shot up to a new record high? The pulse was a bit fast, too. Depressed meself now. Humph!

Took the medications and off to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy affair. Huh!

Computer switched on and started this diary off. Then went to update yesterday’s log. Four hours later, I got the Sunday post finished off and posted. I didn’t mean for this tale of woe to be so long, but I got carried away elucidating on things. Sorry folks.

I visited the WordPress Reader section and looked at a comment or two.

Back to the wet room, and a decent session on the Porcelain Throne. During which I started to read the ‘Catastrophe’ book, but the brain went all vagarious on me. Just about all things that I deliberated over, feared, loathed and was frustrated about came to mind. Somehow, I felt drained afterwards? Most strange! Of course, no solutions or plans of action were adopted.

7Sun25aWashed the hands and face, and off to the kitchen.

WD0.51.102  A tip here for you folks, bit of advice, like: When squashing an unusually large looking Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle as it foolishly runs by close to you on the counter… make sure that it is actually an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle before 1Mon03crushing it with your finger against the hard worktop.

I don’t know what it was, but this picture from the internet is the closest to what the thing looked like. Lummox!

Back to the tale; after pressing hard and lifting my finger, the blooming thing just carried on his way, but at a faster rate of knots, toward the holes in the plasterwork in the window corner. But he’s much too big to get through, so where did he or she go? I hope these Panzer-built-like things haven’t decided to illegally immigrate as the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles have? Oh dearie me!

1Mon04Getting ready to go to get the ablutions done, I think I realised at least part of the cause of my sudden increase in weight.

WD0.51.102 The water retention in the legs has returned! I’d gone from chicken-legs back to the stumpy-legs overnight. And I seem to have more blood in the left leg than the right one? Distemperature of some sort? Ooher! And leaky toes? Hehehe!

Dang, it! The Oedema has been no bother for weeks, now its back. Phwert!

The ablutions went well, apart from Little Inchies Fungal lesion still bleeding a bit. But nothing that the PPs can’t handle.

1Mon05Got things ready and set off out. With two black bags of rubbish, rinsed empty jars for the recycle bin and a bag of recyclable gear.

I manoeuvred my way from the foyer door, through the maze of scaffolding and deposited the bags of rubbish, and put the recycle bag and empty jars in the receptacles.

Next I gingerly negotiated my way around a delivery lorry back onto the roadway (There is no footpath available), and navigated my way around the parked cars and confusion of fences and barriers along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptsturmführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, telling Inchcock off Zone, things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed.

I got the crossword book out. The hut soon filled up with residents, and a chat and laugh or two were had. Out to the bus stop, where many more folks were waiting for the buses to arrive. I could remember some of the names, too. Cindy, Dora, Penny, Newkie, Paul, Bill and Welsh William. The other fifteen I could not recall the names of. Sad, innit?

We filled the City Bound bus up, and Penny allowed me to sit next to her. A good chinwag and laugh on the journey to town.

1Mon06I got off on Upper Parliament Street and crossed over the pedestrian lights and up Glasshouse Street.

A sorrowful sight this road is nowadays. An abandoned part of the City of Nottingham. A muggers delight. All the closed down shops… a wretched heart-breaking scenario.

The times when the old Central Market, with its fish stalls, floral stalls and everything in between offered at reasonable prices. And those little cafes, the record shops, the hardware stalls, fruit and veg on offer… Such a missed market by all who remember it.

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I stood a while with the memories flooding back. I used to buy records from the market. Ricky Nelson, Adam Faith, Billy Fury, Elvis, Anthony Newley, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Craig Douglas, Gene Pitney, Roy Orbison, Cliff Richard, Shadows, John Leyton, Bobby Vee, Frankie Vaughan, Jess Conrad, Frankie Avalon, Connie Francis, Paul Anka, Brenda Lee, Del Shannon, Ray Charles, The Shirelles, Frank Ifield, Helen Shapiro, Four Seasons, Acker Bilk, Ken Coyler, Bix Biderbecke… Ah, the memories flooded back!

WD0.51.102 So much so, as I shook myself out of my daydreaming reverie, I nearly walked into a car as it was turning into the side street.

I hobbled to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street and spent some dosh. I came out with Some nibbles for the box, a pork pie, a yoghourt, tomatoes, sugar snap peas, brown sandwich thins, lemon flapjacks and for the first time, I tried some German Rye Bread to make my pork and tomato sandwiches of.

1Mon07aSo, £9.66 lighter off, I made my way over the road and through the Victoria Centre on to Milton Street. Where the shadows and sunshine created an excellent chance to try to take a ‘Moody’ photograph.

Using the old Sony Cybershot again today, I had no idea what it would come out like (or of course any pictures I took today), as there is not a viewfinder on this model of camera.

1Mon07bI had a limp around the slab square taking two photographs that just didn’t come out at all, just a splodge of colours?

I got to the bus stop and took a shot of the Council House from the shelter on Queen Street. Made a right non-success of this one, too! Ah-well.

1Mon08Cindy got on the bus en route.

 I’d just got out the camera to take a shot of what I saw ahead at the Co-op filling station because I anticipated there being a kerfuffle or something like that going on. So, I caught her as she came on the L9.

1Mon07cAs we drew level with the Co-op shop and filling station, there was no bother or accident, just some chaps fitting a new sign above the petrol pumps, I think.

WD0.51.102 For the rest of the journey back to the flats, I’m afraid I had another of the ‘Blank Spells’. For the life of me I cannot recall anything of the bus ride from Mapperley Top to Chestnut Way or getting off of the bus. Now, I will definitely inform the doctor on my next visit.

1Mon10I was walking along Chestnut Way when things came back to normal.

I see Cindy in this photograph ahead of me, but cannot recall the event at all, or taking the photo. I hate it when this happens!

LAter in the morning when I started this update, I found another photograph I knew nothing about, but have a distant inkling that I 1Mon09was talking to Cindy when I took it?

But what it was that fascinated or caused me to take this picture on the left, in the first place, I don’t know.

I had a short-sharp wee-wee, and a rinse and things came fully back into focus again, brain-wise.

I thought that just maybe Cindy can advise me if anything happened untoward while I was off on my short escape from reality? Hope I didn’t do or say anything wrong!

Got the Health Checks done and medications take, then realised I had not taken the midday doses. Ah-well too late now.

2Tue001There a good few Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle corpses in the kitchen, I cleared them up and resprayed with the ‘Raid’ bug killer. 

Then, did the wet room, about ten dead in there, no live ones, though.

To the spare room, and found plenty, masses of dead baby weevils and two much bigger ones that were alive. The blighter got away!

Cleaned my self up and washed.

1Mon12Then I got the meal ready, an all-cold affair tonight. So no hassle in preparing it.

I made as planned, a black rye bread sarnie with pork and tomato content. Sugar snap peas, half a pork-pie, chip sticks, gherkin slices, tomatoes and apple. Followed by a lemon yoghourt and a lemon flapjack.

This is the first time I’ve tried flapjacks – and it will be the last. As for the German black Rye Bread, it was not easy to eat, as it crumbled so readily when I picked them up. And I am still undecided about the taste of it, very crumbly texture that I found a bit bland and unstimulating, yet enjoyed it. (Is that an oxymoron?)

Anyroad up, I ate it all, bar the yoghourt. I’d put it to one side while I gobbled the fodder and forgot all about it. Nebekh!

Did the Health Checks. Then washed the pots. Looked at the TV programmes and spent half an hour picking out what to watch.

Into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

Turned on the TV, and fell asleep within minutes.

Inchcock Today – Sun 23 Sept 2018: Evil Boll-Weevil Beetles Winning the Occupancy of the Flat War, Oy Vavoy!

ZZZ22J

Sunday 23rd September 2018

Latvian: Svētdiena, 2018. Gada 23 Septembris

7Sun07a0010hrs: I think that the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles just might be getting to me now. I had a dream during which I found myself chasing after an enormous-sized escaped Weevil, and I was as trying my best to shepherd it back to the flat with a broom!

Why? Who knows? Haha!

The mind’s thoughts were missing their usual incomprehensibility, replaced with an extraordinarily rarely adopted, ‘Dynamic Decision-Making’ mode. I decided that I would get up and sound my Shona (hypothetically speaking), to warn the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles of my coming onslaught against their numbers!

I detached my wobbly frame from the £300 second-hand ageing recliner with no difficulties.

WDP001c7Sun10 I started sneezing, shivering and stubbed my toe against the large Ottoman. (It’s got to go! Hehe!) To the kitchen, and boy, was it cold in there this morning. I went to put the storage heater on, but the heat setting sign thingy showed up in red? 24°c and Comfort Off?

Got the old snug heavy dressing gown on.

I remembered the heaters are all Storage design. So, it will be maybe 12 or 24 hours before the heat comes on as the thing heats at night only. Then, quick as a flash (Klutz!), I realised it was still night, and it should be heating up now? Next, I could not remember for sure, how the controls worked. Finally, I gave up and started on the morning attack plan… but got distracted by the call to the Porcelain Throne.

Messy mellifluously semi-liquified evacuation. Bad enough for me to decide when I take the medications, I’ll add a Dia-Limit capsule to them. I started the blitzkrieg against the asylum seeking, immigrant, bloodsucking,  evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. Sparing no ammunition as I did so.

Washed up and the bait traps were laid in the wet room. Although, I only found about ten or twelve infant weevils, all dead in that room. A final spray of the more costly but effective Rentokill Flea Killer around the edges and hole in the floor covering.

7Sun03To the spare room.

On the new unwanted light and view-blocking window’s ledges, I found a lot of Weevil bodies to the left-hand side.

These were larger than those in the wet room, but not fully grown monsters yet.

7Sun02To the right-hand side of the new light and view-blocking window’s ledge, the beetles were smaller. I think perhaps they are coming from their living quarters through the little hole left when the windows were fitted.

You can see the gap in this photograph, rear right. Three of these small invaders were alive, but being so dinky they could not bite through 7Sun01the skin… although they did their best to.

As I was removing these bodies, a few more of the cheeky not so little warriors came out to scare me off, I think.

A good spray from the getting worryingly low Bug Killer was given. 

I moved on with my plan of attack. To the kitchen.

WDP001c I was actually sweating now, yet felt so cold at the same time, bamboozled me a bit, this did? I took off the dressing gown and put it back on seconds later, due to it feeling so cool again without it on. I left it open. A compromise you see? If anyone of the Mammonistic leaders of the European Economic Community is reading this, please learn!) Compromise: a way of solving a problem or ending an argument in which both people or groups accept that they cannot have everything they want! What am I saying? No chance! Hehehe!

To the kitchen, where to my surprise, no evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were found, dead or alive! I suspect they have another cunning plan of military action to confuse me with?

I forgot to check the main room new unwanted light and view-blocking balcony window bottom for any invaders. I think that finding no beasts in the kitchen, caught me right off-guard.

Then I carried out the Health Checks.

7Sun05

7Sun11The Sys had gone back up, and the weight even more so! Humph!

I sorted out the new dosage pots for next week.

Made a brew and into the main room to the computer ready to start on this diary page.

Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I sat here typing. Not a long one, indeed a short one. But, it left me feeling a little dwaal afterwards for a short while.

I went into the kitchen to make another mug of tea.

WDP001c I spotted one evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle in the sink. I poured some bleach on him or her, got the Rentokill and sprayed that too. The Weevil was a little bigger than the others I’d seen this morning, but far from the biggest, I’d seen lately. The heroic thing walked hastily up the side of the sink out of the spray and bleach – got to the top and stopped looking at me I think. I got the finger to pick him up with, and he bit into the skin. RIP, you indomitable Paladin Warrior!

7Sun13

7Sun12I collected the sprays, two with hardly any poison left, the other nearly full.

I left them out on the £300 second-hand recliner, to remind me to fetch some more when the shops are open on Monday.

Hopefully, I won’t forget about them and sit on them later. Hehehe!

Went on the WordPress Reader and enjoyed the stuff that had been posted. There was not much of it, but good stuff!

7Sun14I noticed the temperature in the kitchen when I made another brew. About 14°c.

No wonder I’m sneezing and shivering. Yet, in the main room, the heat is showing as being 24°c! I’m confused now. Not that this is an unusual happening, me being bemused. Haha!

I’ll have a check on the weather.

Got the black bags sorted ready to drop in the waste chute when I get out.

Ablutions tended to.

Down and out into the surprisingly sunny day. I dropped the recycling bag near the pleasantly adorned caretakers’ door.

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7Sun18I met Welsh William and Keith, as they were coming back to the flats along Chestnut Way. Then chatted with a lady from Winchester  Court.

As I turned right down the Winchester Street Hill, the amazing sky had to be photographed.

Bootiful!

I plodded down the road, viewing mother nature’s creations. The plant life, trees, bushes, 7Sun19wildflowers and the scowls and looks of depression on most peoples faces that I saw.

I thought that this pretty picture of the Winchester Street, Mansfield Road junction in Sherwood, had a surreal theme to it.

I forget now what made me think this at the time. Sad, innit?

7Sun20I look noticed the old Cheapo shop was being converted into a Hugo’s. Never having heard of Hugo’s, I looked it up on the internet later, found a Price List for their Tynemouth branch and found that:

Work has begun to transform a former Blockbuster shop into an upmarket cocktail bar in Sherwood. And it hopes to be open by early November in time for those festive nights out.

7Sun34a.jpgThe new venture – one of three new bars planned along Mansfield Road – will be called Hugo’s, after the owners’ young son and the elderflower-flavoured cocktail. Hugo’s is promising an extensive range of handcrafted cocktails “from classics through to the new and unique,” said the couple behind the bar, Katharine and Adam Shaw. There are so many lovely places to eat in Sherwood, like Ginza, Ania, etc. but very few to sit and have a drink in. Apart from Sherwood Manor, Samuel Hall, La Capanna, The Robin Hood, Sherwood Inn, Finns, The Caribbean Queen, and Le Mistral.

Adam added: “Hugo’s will endeavour to work closely with the community and help Sherwood grow even more than it has done. We will be running cocktail master classes, themed evenings and other events throughout the year.” As well as handcrafted cocktails, the bar will be serving fine wines and a selection of quality bottled beers, ales, lagers and ciders from around the world.” “Hugo’s will help to make Sherwood the destination for a night out, adding to the already fantastic places that Sherwood has to offer. Like, Cancer Research, Oxfam, The Hospice Shop, Eastern Europe Charity Shop, New Leaf Massage Parlour, Sue Ryder Charity shop, Cancer Research shop, Children’s Society Charity, and the Mind Charity shop. Also, nine empty retail units waiting for any entrepreneurs prepared to risk bankruptcy.

Just thought I’d mention it, like. I believe in the Glass half-full v Glass half-empty scenario, I might be in the Glass-half-empty brigade? Hehehe!

I called in the Wilko store and got a pleasant surprise. They had the ‘Raid Ant & Cockroach Killer’ sprays on offer! I got four cans for only £2.80! Amazing! I bought some Dia-Limit capsules and a bottle of bleach as well.

7Sun21I paid the woman on the till and left, out and off up the hill and down the other side, and into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

The bottom field and around it was full of caravans, vans and mobile machinery of varying types. I wondered what was going on?

I later found out on the web.

Residents fear walking their dogs as travellers pitch up in Sherwood. Residents say they fear walking their dogs on a park where a group of travellers have pitched up.
Around 15 caravans drove on to Woodthorpe Park on Thursday (September 20) on the football pitch. (The weekend games had to be cancelled)
The travellers have been given a 24-hour notice to leave but local resident Martyn Newton, 61, of Perry Road, has been left frustrated. Mr Newton, who works in the chemical industry, said: “I would not walk through the caravan site with the dog – it’s only a little Yorkshire terrier – but she would be frightened to death. They just get an angle grinder and cut the lock. It’s not difficult for them,” he said.
A Nottingham City Council spokesman said: “Community Protection (This will be the Community Protection officers we never see, I assume?) is aware of the travellers on 7Sun22Woodthorpe Grange Park. They have been issued with a 24-hour notice to leave this afternoon, and we will seek to take further action if they remain beyond that.” Today is Sunday; that didn’t work, did it.

These two little dogs seemed a bit annoyed at their not being able to take their owners on the field for a game of fetching the ball. Hehe! They did not venture into the area of travellers, and wisely so, too.

7Sun23I ambled on up the path to the top and turned right to face the Tree Copse with the flats behind them.

As I viewed the copse from outside, I became concerned at the state of my beloved tree copse. Yobs had hacked another route through it from the bottom to top. Grr! It looked so thin and ragged now.

Down the gravel footpath, the plates-of-meat and toes were smarting, so painful now. I will have to ask Foot-Lady Sue, who is due next Thursday to tend to the tootsies if she can not leave it so long between visits.

Down and into the flat, a short-sharp-hurtful-wee-wee first. I had a visit from Dizzy Dennis while performing the evacuation duty. Not a long or bad one, though.

7Sun24Put away the purchasers, leaving a can of Raid in the spare room and wet room, to replace the spray-cans I’d already emptied in my failed campaign to rid myself of the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

I got the beef and onion gravy in the saucepan to reheat. Then went to see if anything was worth watching on the TV. I was now getting so tired and was not up to concentrating on updating this blog tonight.

7Sun25I looked at the TV listings, but there was nothing that appealed to me. So I got out the Jonathan Creek DVD’s to watch later.

You can see what I mean about me not liking the new windows here.

The old windows were just one pane of glass, that gave a marvellous view of the scenery out 7Sun38sided. Compare it with the magnificent view permitted by the old window.

A photographers’ nightmare thee new ones.

The balcony windows are even worse.

But never mind, Jenny will only tell me off if I say too much about them. Hehe!

7Sun26I got the nosh sorted and served up.

Braised beef in onion gravy (I Overdid the onions a bit, hehe!), excellent tasting green beans and sliced potatoes.

I was well pleased with how it came out, cause I did get myself in a pickle with the timing of the cooking. A shame, because now I still don’t know the correct timings if I ever try to cook this again. And, what a mess of washing up to do afterwards. (Haha!)

Gave this effort a Taste-Rating of 9.4/10.

I stayed awake for two whole episodes of the DVD.

Inchcock Today – Sat 22nd 2018:

ZZZ22i

Saturday 22nd September 2018

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22 Medi 2018

6Sat02WD 1.1.43 0048hrs: I woke and laid there, as the mind autonomously started (or maybe continued from a dream?) pondering on life, and its incomprehensibilities, surprises, and the Snollygosters we voted into Parliament, rife cruelty, the lack of decency, compassion, honesty and care in hodiernal Britain.

The brain moved on to considering more extramundane matters and issues. Was the Universe a mistake? An error, committed by someone or thing, foolishly thinking they were making the idyl, Arcadia or Shangri-La for future life-forms to dwell on?

Listening to my own thoughts reveal themselves, I felt like I was listening to a ‘Beyond Our Ken’ or Monte Python sketch at times.

Why does anthropocentrism exist on Earth? Why do the world leaders not see they are ending the existence of the planet at a faster rate all the time. The so-called better-off proletariat common tellurians concentrate on mobile phones, take-away meals, shoplifting and murdering fellow inhabitants of this foul dying terraqueous earth?

Why are the most cossetted and cherished things Financial Profit/gain? Evidently, without money wealth and greed, there would have been far fewer wars, suffering, and loss of life.

When the brain got to this stage, it realised two things. One: Without the wars, the earth would have produced billions of more babies, how would it have coped? Two: That it could not deal with its own convoluted, labyrinthine, nebulous thoughts anymore, became confused and drifted back into its routinely submissive, passive and gobemouche mode.

I shook off the wild deliberations and began the job of extricating my overweight body-mass from the £300 beyond its sell-by-date, second-hand recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne.

6Sat03WD 1.1.43 I managed to knock off some things on the Ottoman, and sent stuff from the nocturnal-nibbling tray sprawling onto the carpet! Klutz!

The camera went with them, but I had to pick it up to take this photo. Tsk!

I was lucky I suppose because the bottles both had their caps on them.

WD 1.1.43 Into the wet room. Oh, ‘ecky thump! The fungal lesion had been bleeding again overnight. I had a painful cleaning and medicating session. Changed PPs had a wash and eventually got onto the Porcelain Throne. Four pages of the book later, the evacuation was done. Not too messy this time.

WD 1.1.43 Went into the room opposite as I left the wet room, into the spare room and used the scales. I noted many dead weevils on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge. No lives ones at all.

To the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks and take my medications.

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6Sat04The Sys was going back up again after a couple of days of near normality. (I like that word for some reason?)

I was able to leave off one of the painkillers this morning. Things were not in their usual detrimental mode for me this morning. Well, apart from the tender lesion condition.

WD 1.1.43 A few of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were found together near the window. Possibly a recon’ Patrol. They were about twelve in number. Three alive, who shot off and evaded my attack, The Mohammed Farah of the Weevil-World? Humph! The others were all croaked-out! I sprayed some ‘Raid’ in all three rooms.

I felt that warm-wet sensation I fear so from the PP area. Back to the wet room.  I’ve lost more blood than I would have liked. Why do things like this always happen to me at the weekends?

I considered pressing the wristlet Health Alarm button. I mused over if I should or not as I cleaned things up again. But, my aboulia and rather yonderly nature, along with my dippydro problem, meant I decided to see how it goes and check back in an hour or so. On the bright side, I’ll never hang myself. Hehe!

I think looking back at it, my fear of great discomfiture at having to display the problem area and explain things all over again to a new medic, also put me off pressing the alarm. I’ll see how it goes. After all, this lesion is the only one of many afflictions giving me any real hassle today.

Opened WordPress (With no go-slow from my ever increasing in-cost Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet), and set-to updating the Friday Diary and got it posted.

Made a start on this blog page.

Popped to the wet room for an examination of the Fungal Lesion situation. Phew! The phlebotomising had reduced barely to a trickle. Applying the cortisone cream was traumatic as the area had now swollen and looking raw, red-raw! Hehe! So, no need to bother anyone.

On to Facebook to update the photo albums and visit the TFZer site.

I went for a wee-wee and took a fresh pot to collect any dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles corpses from the spare room, wet room and the kitchen.

6Sat05Cor Blimey!

A good few were about, even after my clearing them and spraying earlier.

Made a fresh brew of tea then I went on CorelDraw to make up some more diary header graphics. But I got carried away doing different graphics and after three hours or so, had only done two for the page top headers. Huh!

Did the Health Checks and went for a wee-wee.

The fatigue and weariness arrived. Closed the computer down and didn’t even bother making a meal, I felt so drained suddenly. I gathered three tomatoes, two mini-pork pies and three potatoes from those I’d cooked in the crock-pot expecting to make a nosh with, and ate them while I fell asleep watching some film on the TV.

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Fri 21st Sept 2018: Laundry was done, shopping, graphicalisationing and bleeding tended to! Ah-well!

ZZZ22h

What’s all this then?

Friday 21st September 2018

Polish: Piątek, 21 września 2018 r

0125hrs: I shot awake, pondered for a short time on what bit’s I could remember of a dream I think I was in the middle of (In a cave full of old typewriters?) and decided to get the laundry started first thing. Which I did.

Out of the second-hand rickety rusting £200 recliner (like a young man almost, certainly surprised me!), and to the spare room to collect the bag. Assembling the washing accoutrements, I noticed a problem with the unwanted, light and view-stopping new window frame.

5Fri001W77.54.2 The ledge must have had dozens of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles the full length of the window on it. Around 33% of them were alive, all small ones this time. I collected the bodies and sprayed both the ‘Raid’ and ‘Rentokil’ killer sprays copiously all over.

Danged little varmints were on the counter-attack gain!

Had a short-sharp-painful wee-wee, and got myself down to the laundry room. As I stepped into and out of the lift doors, there was a vicious updraught from the strong gale-like winds blasting up the lift shaft! I don’t think some of the girl tenants will appreciate this if it doesn’t die down. Hehe!

Got the washer on the go, and up to the flat. Where I did an assault in the wet room and kitchen on the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. There was a lot of them, mostly dead though.

W77.54.2 I set Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda off with all the bending to get at them. Humph!

5Fri006Time to get down once again to move the washing from washer to the dryer.

I noticed on the laundry room floor, bits of what looked like pieces of old toasted bread? Bemused me, cause they were not there earlier.

On closer inspection, they turned out to be bits of the foam filler they used on the windows and balcony outside. How and where they came from, I’ve not the foggiest. This place might be haunted, or have Aliens moved in, perhaps? Haha!

Moved the togs and got the dryer going. Back to the twelfth floor. Set the timer to remind me about the clothing, and got the Health Checks done and took the medications.

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5Fri003The hemadynamometer worked the first time, and the readings all seemed better as well.

Made a brew, and went on another search & destroy mission for the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

The need for the Porcelain Throne arose, to which I responded. MAnaged to get a few pages of the Catastrophy book read. Getting closer to the declaration of war now.

W77.54.2 Back to the battle with the weevils. I’d not checked behind the balcony curtains earlier. So, Rentokil Spray at the ready in hand, I whipped open the curtain… which came off of the runner leaving me draped with the things covering me and feeling foolish! Of course, the immediate need was for me to get the cloth off of my head so I could see to attack the varmints. By the time I got free of the curtains, I could only see about three weevils on the pelmet, all dead. But the beetles in the front room are usually larger than average and are nifty and quick in flight. So maybe there were more of them, I’ll never know. I gave an expensive blast from the aerosol anyway.

5Fri001bThe timer alarm rang out, and I plodded down the draughty elevator to move the washing from one machine to the dryer.

Got the dryer going, and went to clean the drum of the washing machine. I came across no less than eight hair-pins stuck behind the plastic porthole cover when I went to wipe it out. Certainly not mine. Hehe!

5Fri002I popped outside and took this photograph.

The wind seemed to have died down, the rain had been falling, cause I could see the puddles.

I’m quick yer know. Hahaha!

Back up in the lift. I don’t know about my thinking the wind had lessened outside, but it was still belting up the cage chute with a venom.

I got yesterdays blog finished and posted. Made a start on this one, but could not remember how to spell a word, I thought I had in my personal Excel Dictionary. I had not replaced it in this new one, and looked it up and got carried away when I found other words also lost in the ether to add to the new listings.

5Fri09Soon it was time to go down and collect the dried laundry.

I got the gear out and folded up, and cleaned the filter out, and wiped the drum.

During which, I found another two or three hair-pins!

5Fri10Up in the still draughty when you got in or out lift. Brrr! The poor ladies.

Took a shot of the Nottingham City Homes electronic information sign.

Blimey, I thought of seeing the time, 0332hrs. I’d done well this morning.

Got home, and Hippy Hilda had eased off along with Arthur Itis. Odd this?

Got the clothes to put away, and back on the computer. Spent around two more hours sorting and adding to the dictionary.

Got on with starting this post off.

Ablutions were done – readied and off out I went.

Called at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Oberschützeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. Asked pole-dancer and Warden Deana if she could help me with a Nottingham City Council Problem, and she obliged.

Enjoyable chinwagging sessions ensued as some residents arrived at the shed.

5Fri11I intended to go to town and get some hearing aid batteries.

W77.54.2 When the buses arrived. I was nattering as usual and got on the wrong bus. What a Nebech!

I stayed on went to Arnold.

5Fri12The sky, well, clouds were gorgeous.

I was cheered a bit as I arrived in Arnold.

I dropped off the bus early, to go to the two cheap stores to try and get some of the foot and shoe sprays.

I went to the Boyes for Good Value shop first.

5Fri013I had a wander around, which later proved to be a mistake, cause I missed the L9 bus back to the flats then. Klutz!

I did get two cans of the required foot sprays, though.

At a fair price as well. £1 each!

I came out of Boyes and went to the next shop, a branch of Savers.

But they did not have of the Dettol lavender, Co-codamol tablets or lemon spray I needed.

So, I departed purchaseless and called into the Boots branch.

They sold a box of Paracetamol & Codeine tablets.

Then I went to the Iceland shop and spent a bit there. Washing-up liquid, some meat, pork & pickle mini-pies, and potato slices.

It was then, I realised I was going to miss the L9 bus!

 I worked thing out, and thought if I caught a City Bound bus, that takes a less convoluted route than the L9 I’d just missed, this bus would beat the Lp into Sherwood, and I can get off and catch the flat bound bus! Best laid plans, huh!

5Fri014W77.54.2 The 58 bus I was on got caught in heavy traffic, and I miss the L9 again in Sherwood! Humph!

So I went to the Continental Food shop, in the hope of them having some of the lemon cream soft pastry squares back in stock.

W77.54.2 They hadn’t! Oy vay!

5Fri015This meant slog up Winchester Street Hill back to the flats!

But the sky turned beautiful again.

What had happened to the Amber Warning about the weather forecast of heavy rain and wind?

There was a breeze, but no rain at all?

5Fri016In fact, as I crossed over the road, the sun came out stronger, and it turned really bright.

The hobble up the hill, required a couple of rest breaks, as Hippy Hilda began to give me some bother.

5Fri017But I managed to get up to Chestnut Walk.

Where I was met with a few challenges in not getting knocked over by the heavy traffic around the flats!

Lorries and wagons, plant machinery, cars, etc. all posing a health risk. Hehe!

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Still, I got through okay in the end.

Up to and in the flat, amazingly without any need of a wee-wee? Today was proving an odd one for me! Haha!

I got the oven warming, min-potatoes in the saucepan, and got on with updating this diary.

5Fri21Sister Jane rang for a friendly chat. Only told me off twice as well!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, a little early, but still.

I took one of the tablets from Boots with them and put the Codeine back in the box. I hope this will be alright and I still get the pain relief, but without the falling to sleep. Fingers crossed! I started to read the two-sided notes from the box, but it was so long and small to decipher, I nearly fell asleep anyway! Hahaha!

5Fri34Nosh sorted. A 6.5/10 Flavour-Rating.

I think I may have fallen asleep for a while, I seemed to wake up in the £300 second-hand rickety past-its-best Recliner.

Got the pots into the washing up bowl, as the rain started to pelt down.

5Fri35I opened the curtains to see the gloomy looking weather outside.

The rainwater had got into the balcony pod again and onto the bare slatted wooden flooring.

I hope it doesn’t warp the planks.

The old brain went off on one of its ‘Straying-from-Reality’ modes.

Health Checks and medications tended to.

W77.54.2 Off for a wee-wee. Poor Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been bleeding something awful. Thank heavens for the PPs, at least. Painful and worrying. Oh dearie me, not good!

Cleaned up and medicated as best I could.

Settled in the chair with a bottle of fresh orange juice, and foolishly tried to watch the TV again.

Nodded straight off… Ah, well!